POV: MAIN ARENA – DIOKA & GUAKULIA
The arena floats in the void, a cosmic coliseum larger than any city, filled with billions of observers—live, virtual, psychic, and even metaphysical.
Dioka yawns, stretching lazily across a hovering rock.
> Dioka: "So… this is it. The big show everyone's screaming about."
Guakulia sips from a floating orb of condensed energy, eyes flicking to the arena gates.
> Guakulia: "They've been hyping it like the world depends on it. Honestly… the stakes are cute."
From below, dozens of apex supernovas are already gathered—official challengers, government-enforced, some voluntarily, some dragged here. Their auras clash like storms, each trying to flex dominance in front of a galaxy-wide audience.
> Dioka (grinning): "Ohhh… these guys don't even know who they're competing against."
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POV: GOVERNMENT OBSERVERS – VORIX & SENNA
Screens flicker. Gravity meters spike. Temporal anomalies appear and vanish in seconds.
> Vorix: "Record everything. Do not interfere. Let them… reveal themselves."
Senna: "Sir… the anomalies… are here. We can't detect them fully yet."
Vorix (grim): "They've always been out of reach. Now, the world will see why we feared them."
Every apex supernova in the tournament tenses. They've been trained to fight gods. But the anomalies?
> …they're not even considered a target. Yet.
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POV: THE CHALLENGERS – KAELTHAR & RYNVEK
Both are still recovering from the last engagement. Their energy resonates dangerously with the arena.
> Kaelthar: "We were tested… badly. They're… unreal."
Rynvek: "Unreal? No. That's not enough. They're impossible. And now… everyone's here. Including us."
They glance at the floating rock above the arena, where Dioka and Guakulia casually hover.
> Rynvek: "We fight them… or do we even stand a chance?"
Kaelthar: "…not a chance. Not today."
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POV: THE AUDIENCE – HERO, VILLAIN, CIVILIAN, AND MERCENARY FACTIONS
Heroes: Eyes wide, realizing the anomalies aren't just anomalies—they're untouchable.
Villains: Smiles drop. Plans for dominance are suddenly trivial.
Civilians: Panic, prayer, or freezing in awe. Some faint. Some snap photos.
Mercenaries: Whispering, calculating, deciding who to sell info to first.
The world is watching. Every faction, every corner of the planet, feels the same pressure: this isn't a tournament. This is a preview of existential chaos.
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ARENA ANNOUNCER – SYSTEM VOICE
A booming, disembodied voice echoes across dimensions:
> "Welcome… challengers, spectators, and apex entities. The Tournament of God has officially begun. All participants are to present themselves for evaluation and classification before engagement. Let the games commence."
Chaos erupts as barriers dissolve, leaving only open space. Energy flares across the arena like a cosmic aurora.
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POV: DIOKA & GUAKULIA
Dioka twirls his orb casually.
> Dioka: "Honestly, I could nap through this."
Guakulia: "Nap? Not until the first move. Then… fun."
They drop from the hovering rock into the arena as if gravity itself bends for them.
The challengers and apex supernovas gasp—the anomalies land without a sound, without a ripple, without warning.
> Dioka: "Sup, everyone. Ready to see why the world has been whispering about us?"
Guakulia: "Go ahead. Try to impress me."
The arena trembles—even the governing systems falter. Every apex supernova, no matter how powerful, instinctively steps back.
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BATTLE PREPARATION
Challengers power up, aura flaring, pushing their God Modes to full.
Factions prepare for the first skirmish.
Government monitors scramble to analyze, calculate, and predict—but all fails instantly.
> Kaelthar (mutters): "Nothing will work…"
Rynvek: "…yeah… nothing except surviving the next ten seconds."
Dioka grins, tossing a tiny energy sphere. It expands into a micro-reality, testing the challengers' reflexes before the first official clash.
> Dioka: "Warm-ups are boring. Let's start the real fun."
Guakulia flicks a finger, bending gravity, time, and perception around them.
> Guakulia: "Let's see if the system really prepared anyone for this."
The arena explodes into multi-dimensional chaos, and the tournament officially begins.
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ENDING TEASE
Everyone watching is terrified, excited, or frozen.
Dioka and Guakulia are untouchable, playful, and utterly chaotic.
The first official round hasn't even started—but everyone already knows the rules don't apply here.
FINAL LINE:
> "The world thought it was ready. It isn't. And we're just getting started."